We found this cool little seafood restaurant called English's of Brighton. It was delicious.
Keith mentioned the chips of his fish and chips were authentic chips like the serve on the boardwalk there in Brighton. I wasn’t sure if that was an open invitation to take one or not, so I felt as though it was a perfect time to distract him and take one.
|Look, I think I see B-rad.|
And it even gave me a bit of rage.
But Jeff did enjoy his pint of Guinness.
|She only looks innocent and is so much fun!!|
|Owen was awesome!!|
As an added bonus, there was a show scheduled for that night. Turns out the regular performer had “fallen ill” so Miss Jason was taking her place.
Well Miss Jason reminded me of an old Jewish woman with a British accent.
|This is the closest we wanted to get without her seeing us.|
|Yea, no clue what she is saying or talking about. Ahhh, smoke!|
So for a majority of the show, Jeff and I were trying to amuse ourselves. Right behind where we were sitting was the bar, which had lights that changed colors ever few seconds.
Jeff was verynice to put together this Andy Warhol piece of artwork for me. It took him hours to put it together.
We left the bar drunk (shocker, I know) and needed to eat, again.